Justin's sense of smell was much more acute these days. He could detect Brian's presence if he were on the same floor just by his scent. Thankfully, Justin was in no way put off by it. In fact, if possible, it made him desire Brian even more.

At Ryder, whenever Brian happened to have a meeting on a floor that Justin was working on, Justin would know the second he set one foot off the elevator. Brian had to start coming to all his meetings early because he never knew which floor Justin would be on, and, every time they happened to be on the same floor, he'd wouldn't make it three feet before Justin had pushed him back into the elevator, stopping it between floors, dropping to his knees, and sucking him off. Of course, after that, Brian couldn't help but fuck the boy against the wall. He never claimed to be a saint. And he would have to be to resist the temptation of fucking his beautiful boy. Brian did, however, have the forethought to abscond with incriminating security tapes. Brian and Justin were amassing quite the collection.

At the loft, Justin could detect his boyfriend's scent the moment he entered the building. When Brian came home and Justin was already there, Justin would be waiting at the door naked and hard. Or in leather pants and a half shirt. Or wearing only a thong. The boy gave "welcome home" new meaning.

On that particular day, Brian had gone to see a movie with Michael and was headed back to the loft. He started smiling unconsciously as he stepped into the elevator. Coming home to Justin had quickly become his favorite activity. However, today, Justin wasn't waiting for him. Brian was surprised and disappointed. Then, he started to worry. He punched in the security code, slid the door open, and ran around the loft like a crazy person looking for the boy and calling out his name. Finally, he checked the bathroom. If Justin wasn't there, Brian knew he'd lose it.

Fortunately, a nervous breakdown was unnecessary. Justin was, in fact, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. He was staring into a hand-held mirror and crying. Brian walked in, bent down, and lifted Justin's chin until his eyes met Brian's. His eyes red and puffy and filled with tears, he looked so miserable but so cute that Brian didn't know whether to frown or smile. He decided that neither was likely to improve the situation, so he tried for a more neutral expression.

He asked evenly, "What's wrong, Sunshine?"

Justin sniffled. "Everything!"

Brian couldn't help but smile at that. "Could you narrow it down a little?"

Justin replied, "First, there's this!"

He pointed to a very conspicuous pimple on his cheek and, then, looked at it in the mirror again, which led to more crying.

He moaned, "How am I supposed to face Lindsay and Mel looking like this? There's no way that it will disappear in the next two hours! And there is NO way that I'm going to cake on the makeup to hide it! That's all I need, for them to laugh at me. Cause they would notice. They're women, and this thing is HUGE! Do you know how much makeup it would take to make me look normal?"

Brian had been biting his cheek to prevent himself from laughing, but this task became so daunting the more Justin explained that he eventually drew blood.

Brian thought that trying to downplay the pimple's severity was a bad move, so he tried a different tactic.

He shrugged and smiled. "So we'll call and reschedule. It's not a meeting with the pope. They probably haven't even started cooking yet."

Justin seemed to relax slightly at the thought, but still sniffled pitiably.

He asked softly, "You don't think they'd be mad?"

Brian laughed. "Well…they're gonna be pissed, but I don't care, and, if I don't care, you shouldn't, either."

"You really don't mind?"

Brian scoffed, "Are you kidding? You just made my night. I hate going over there when Mel is in. So what else is wrong?"

"You know that doctor's appointment I missed because I was so sick, the one I'm supposed to have at 8 weeks?

"Yes."

"I rescheduled it, but the only time the doctor could fit me in is during the day on Friday."

Brian was beginning to understand the dilemma. He had a presentation scheduled for Friday.

Justin shook his head, trying to stop the tears that had just starting flowing again, but to no avail. Despite the fact that he knew it was ultra-lesbianic, Brian couldn't stop himself from taking the boy into his arms and holding him tight.

"So I'll push the presentation to Monday."

"But…it's a big account. Won't Ryder be mad?"

"Probably. But he'd be a fool to fire me over it."

Justin pulled back so that he could look at Brian. His eyes wide, he asked, "You'd do that for me?"

Brian smiled. "Sure."

Justin started sobbing.

Concern evident in his voice, Brian asked, "What's wrong? Does something hurt?"

Justin shook his head and explained through his sobs, "It's—just—so—sweet."

Brian rubbed his forehead and, then, pulled the boy back into his arms. Distraction time.

"You know, Sunshine, I was really disappointed when you didn't meet me at the door."

Justin pulled back and sniffled. "You were?"

Brian nodded. "The whole way home I was thinking about what you'd be wearing and what you'd do to welcome me home."

"But the pimple…Isn't it a turnoff?"

"No. In fact, it could be a turnon…"

Justin looked at Brian like he'd sprouted a second head. "How?"

Brian drawled, "Well…we could pretend that you're a naughty schoolboy. You still have your old school uniform, don't you?"

Justin's eyes brightened. "Yeah. In one of the boxes we took from my parents' house."

"Well, hurry and put it on. I'll see if I can find a yardstick. I think I have one around here somewhere."

"Okay." Justin flashed him a million-watt smile and ran out of the bathroom.

Brian put on a stiff white dress shirt, a pink tie, and grey wool pants. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and tracked down the yardstick. He pulled a small desk out of his storage space, placed it in front of his desk, and pulled a chair up to it.

Then, Justin walked out of the bedroom wearing his St. James jacket and red, yellow, and navy tie with a white shirt and navy pants. Brian was immediately aroused. Justin looked so young and innocent.

Brian twirled the yardstick and addressed Justin in a firm tone, "Have a seat, Mr. Taylor."

Justin sat down hard, leaning back and spreading his legs.

"Welcome to detention."

Brian smirked.

Justin glared at him and grumbled, "Fuck off."

Brian frowned and leaned over the desk so that his face was only an inch from Justin's.

Brian growled, "You should learn to respect your elders."

He leaned back onto his desk and crossed his arms. "I'm not sure detention is going to do it. I think I need to take more drastic measures, implement a more hands-on punishment."

Justin did his best to look scared, but he was extremely excited.

Brian uncrossed his arms and moved away from his desk. "Mr. Taylor, go stand in front of my desk."

When Justin didn't move, Brian slammed the yardstick down. Justin jumped a little. Then, he hastily stood up and walked over to Brian's desk.

"Turn around."

Justin hesitated for a moment but, then, complied.

Brian walked up behind him and bent him over so that his hands were laying flat on Brian's desk. Then, he unzipped Justin's pants and pulled his pants and underwear down.

Justin tried to sound shocked. "Mr. Kinney, what are you doing?"

Brian drawled, "Doing what I should do to all naughty boys. Well, the hot ones."

He hit Justin's ass with the yardstick. Justin grunted. Brian hit him twice more.

Then, he walked around to the other side of the boy so that he could look at his face.

"Mr. Taylor, did you like the way that felt?"

Justin lied, "No. I should tell my parents. They'd have you fired so fast, your head would spin!"

Brian chuckled. "Insolent little shit. If you didn't enjoy it, why is your dick hard?"

Justin looked down and managed to blush.

He stuttered, "I…I don't know."

Brian asked, "You know what I think?"

Justin glared at him but remained silent.

He continued, "I think that all your misbehavior is aimed at getting my attention."

Brian walked behind Justin and squeezed the boy's ass cheeks gently. Then, he hit him with the yardstick a few more times, but now with greater force. Justin was grunting in pain and had tears in his eyes, but his cock was throbbing and leaking. Then, Brian set the yardstick down on Justin's desk and stood behind the boy, gently caressing his ass cheeks to soothe them. Justin started panting.

Brian leaned over Justin and whispered in his ear, "Well, Mr. Taylor, you have my undivided attention now." He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Then, he rubbed his painfully erect cock along Justin's crack.

Brian leaned over the boy and started sucking on his neck, particularly his pulse point and the back part right above his spine. Justin tried to bite back a moan, but couldn't.

Brian whispered in his ear, "Mr. Taylor, do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?"

Justin didn't respond.

Brian said, "Maybe I can help you decide."

He knelt down and pulled Justin's ass cheeks apart. Justin gasped. He did so again, but louder, when Brian swirled his tongue around his entrance. Brian continued his ministrations for a minute or two and, then, pushed his tongue inside. In response, Justin moaned loudly.

Brian fucked the boy with his tongue until he pushed back. Then, he pulled back and repeated his original question, "Mr. Taylor, do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?"

Silence.

Brian smirked and pushed two fingers inside the boy. When he hit Justin's prostate, the boy yelled, "Fuck!"

Brian chuckled and started massaging it with both fingers. Justin responded by moaning uncontrollably.

Brian asked smugly, "Mr. Taylor, do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?"

Justin cried out, "Yes. Yes! Fuck me, Mr. Kinney!"

"Well, since you asked…" he purred.

Brian scissored his fingers to open the boy up a bit more and, then, stood up, quickly sheathing his cock. He slicked lube over it and, without warning, thrust all the way inside Justin.

Justin shouted, "Oh Fuck!"

Brian drawled, "Mr. Taylor, I know you like it rough…such a naughty boy. But I'll indulge you."

Then, he barked, "Lie flat on the desk."

Justin obeyed.

Brian angled his hips so that he'd hit the boy's prostate and started fucking him hard. He was holding onto Justin's hips so tight that he knew he'd leave marks. The idea of marking the boy intensified his desire, and he involuntarily thrust faster and harder.

Justin moaned loudly when Brian increased the pace. Then, he moved to touch his cock, but Brian slapped his hand away.

Brian drawled, "Tsk. Tsk. Such a naughty boy, even now, when you're getting the ass pounding you've wanted so badly."

He slowed down and made sure to pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in each time.

Justin groaned.

Brian continued at the slower pace for a few minutes to torment the boy, as long as he could stand it, until he thought he'd go insane if he didn't cum soon.

Then, he asked breathlessly, "Mr. Taylor, do you want me to touch your cock?

Justin hissed, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Brian chuckled and said, "All you need to do is ask…"

Justin decided to send some of the torment back Brian's way.

He bit his lip until it bled to regain some control over his body and, then, purred, "Mr. Kinney, you know I've been a naughty boy, but you have no idea just how naughty. Every day, during class, I would sit at my desk fantasizing about you. You're so HOT! How could I resist? I'd imagine myself on my knees, pulling your hard dick out, stroking it until it was leaking, licking the precum off the head and sucking on it, then taking your cock deep into my mouth until I nearly choked, and swallowing. Other times, I'd imagine climbing into your lap and riding you."

Brian furrowed his brow as he struggled to hold back his orgasm…to pump Justin slowly.

He growled, "You are indeed a naughty boy! Maybe I should teach you a lesson. Stop fucking you and jerk off right here."

Justin laughed. "And deprive yourself the pleasure of cumming in my tight little ass. I don't think so."

The little fucker was good.

Justin licked his lips and shut his eyes tight, trying to maintain some measure of control. He was about to break down and beg Brian to stroke his cock, but Brian broke down first.

He growled, "Fuck!" and grabbed Justin's dick firmly. He fucked the boy harder and stroked the boy's cock in time with his thrusts. A moment later, they both let out guttural moans as their orgasms ripped through them.

Brian laughed and half-said, half-panted, "Well, Mr. Taylor, I hope you learned your lesson!"

Justin giggled. "Fraid not, Mr. Kinney. You may need to 'punish me' again."

Brian replied huskily, "I think that can be arranged."